5 miles
bottom franklin hill and back
72 degrees / dew point: 60
Whew! I was sure the dew point would be even higher. It felt very uncomfortable out there. And difficult. But I kept moving and didn’t push myself too hard. I ran to the bottom of the hill then walked up it. Then ran, walked, ran until I was back to the ancient boulder — no stones stacked on it today.
Last night RJP graduated from high school. I’m very proud of her for surviving it. I’m proud of myself too. It was very hard and I am tired. No more k-12 public school! Hooray! I loved many of the teachers and the music programs, but I won’t miss being subject to this schooling process.
RJP’s graduation was delayed by almost an hour because a fight broke out at the previous school’s graduation and someone was hauled away in an ambulance. FWA said he saw the guy, and he looked like he was probably fine and not in much pain. Other than the delay, the graduation was great. The awesome poet Bao Phi gave the address — so good! He, along with the student speakers, centered the experiences of BIPOC students.
10 Things
- white sky
- dark green mystery
- at least 2 specks in the sky — a plane? a bird?
- click clack — roller skiers powering up the franklin hill
- foamy water
- glowing orange shoes on a runner
- voices below near white sands beach
- one runner to another: well, that killed about an hour and a half — huh?
- a greeting from Mr. Holiday!
- a few days ago I mentioned something in orange spray painted on the sidewalk — it’s the outline of a cat (but not Garfield, I think?)
a section from Wintergreen Ridge/ Lorine Niedecker
Reading (again, for the 3rd or 4th time?) LN’s “Wintergreen Ridge,” I was delighted by her connections and associations:
Women saved
a pretty thing: Truth:
“a good to the heart”
It all comes down
to the family
“We have a lovely
finite parentage
mineral
vegetable
animal”
Nearby dark wood—
I suddenly heard
the cry
my mother’s
where the light
pissed past
pistillate cone
how she loved
closed gentians
she herself
so closed
and in this to us peace
the stabbing
pen
friend did it
close to the heart
pierced the woods
red
(autumn?)
Sometimes it’s a pleasure
to grieve